"How are you getting along, Janet?"

The next morning, each of the thousands of secretaries in your corporate headquarters finds a note on her desk, explaining in clear terms what her instructions for that morning are.

There’s a lot of grumbling, and even a few attempts to sneak out the back door, which are caught and swiftly punished. The incubi supervise and offer friendly advice as the girls pair off, each picking her own partner, which creates just as much awkwardness as you’d hoped. They reluctantly peel off their panties, climb up onto the desks, hike up their skirts and begin to scissor each other.

You wander around the offices, double-checking that all is to your liking. Not badly done at all.

“How are you getting along, Janet?” you say, strolling over to her desk near reception. She and Florence are staring into each other’s eyes with loathing. The two women utterly despise each other. Right now they’re both stark naked, up on Janet’s desk, their legs spread, **** to maintain eye contact while they rub their dripping-wet pussies together. Janet has already cum three times, Florence twice.

“I… AHHH!... have it under…. MMM!.... control, boss.”

“Very good.”